There's a problem, feathers, ironBargain buildings, weights and pulleysFeathers hit the groundBefore the weight can leave the airBuy the sky and sell the skyAnd tell the sky, and tell the skyFall on me (what is it up in the air for)Fall on me (if it's there for long)Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)There's the progressWe have found a way to talk around the problemBuilding towersForesight isn't anything at allBuy the sky and sell the skyAnd bleed the sky and tell the skyFall on me (what is it up in the air for)Fall on me (if it's there for long)Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)Fall on me(Well I would keep it above but then it wouldn't be sky any more)(So if I send it to you you've got to promise to keep it home)Buy the sky and sell the skyAnd lift your arms up to the skyAnd ask the sky, and ask the skyFall on me (what is it up in the air for)Fall on me (if it's there for long)Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)

Doesn't it seem like time for that scenario to go away? First of all, what would one use for electricity on this uncharted desert island unless Gilligan and the Professor are going to rig up some sort of solar/coconut-powered generator?

Or instead of making a radio out of a coconut, just fix the damn hole in the boat!

Throughout my life music had never been quite as important to me as food or shelter but it's not far behind. For a few years in my life, before wife and kids reset my prioritys, REM were colossally important to me. For some bizarre reason this particular track has never made it into any of my playlists, but listening to it now takes me back to a time and place I'll never visit again. Sometimes music can make you think back and you become maudlin, other times, like now, it just reminds you of what you were. Thank you Radio Paradise.

Their music has really grown on me through the years. I feel privileged to have seen them at the base of Copper Mountain in the spring of 2011 - seemed like half the crowd (small) didn't even know who they were. I was dancing in my ski boots in the front row under my blue Summit County sky. A memory to never be forgotten.

...chuckle...on the other hand, it reminds me of my best friend who was also dancing in her ski boots and partaking of some of the shared "flowers" in the crowd and some great cocktails - she wanted to climb up on a small bar table and dance up there. Most of the crowd yelled "NO" in fear but in general were having more fun watching her than R.E.M. to see what she would try next.

have you seen the video of Stipe doing 'Ashes To Ashes' for the Bowie tribute at Carnegie?i'm worried about the guy, i don't think he'll make it much longer on Earthhopefully he's insulated and someone's keeping an eye on him

Oh, I don't know. They ended things on their own terms. No fights, no being dropped from a label, still making good music.Just about every other band keeps going, long after they should have hung it up for good (hello, Stones). REM was never really the same after drummer Bill Berry departed. He was the "editor" in the band when they were recording. The one who knew sooner than the others what should stay or go on a song or what was needed.

Throughout my life music had never been quite as important to me as food or shelter but it's not far behind. For a few years in my life, before wife and kids reset my prioritys, REM were colossally important to me. For some bizarre reason this particular track has never made it into any of my playlists, but listening to it now takes me back to a time and place I'll never visit again. Sometimes music can make you think back and you become maudlin, other times, like now, it just reminds you of what you were. Thank you Radio Paradise.

Doesn't it seem like time for that scenario to go away? First of all, what would one use for electricity on this uncharted desert island unless Gilligan and the Professor are going to rig up some sort of solar/coconut-powered generator? Wouldn't acquiring food, water, and shelter be much more important than wondering what one musical work one would be condemned to listening to for the rest of their life? Anyhow, why haven't you mentioned Air Supply's music on that short list?

I have a running argument with a friend as to whose music would make it to our desert island. And so he is horribly offended that I would take REM over the Clash, but songs like this are the reason why.

Doesn't it seem like time for that scenario to go away? First of all, what would one use for electricity on this uncharted desert island unless Gilligan and the Professor are going to rig up some sort of solar/coconut-powered generator? Wouldn't acquiring food, water, and shelter be much more important than wondering what one musical work one would be condemned to listening to for the rest of their life? Anyhow, why haven't you mentioned Air Supply's music on that short list?

I have a running argument with a friend as to whose music would make it to our desert island. And so he is horribly offended that I would take REM over the Clash, but songs like this are the reason why.

I have a running argument with a friend as to whose music would make it to our desert island. And so he is horribly offended that I would take REM over the Clash, but songs like this are the reason why.

This has been a really groovy hour for me, filled with folk-y, baroque-y, and psychedelic tunes. I was going to post after Sarah McLachlan, but then Bill put on "My Kingdom" and kept on going. After this tune he's dropped Alison Krauss "Paper Airplane," and before I'm done "Refugee" by Oi Va Voi.

Set so far = 9, even though I've rated down to a 6 ("Cutting Out" probably 7.5 in this set) and 7 ("Fall On Me" not my super-fave R.E.M.).